some silence would be nice

dang it must suck to be a gangster in a world of little baby playas. the talking talking, constant mouths running, confusing sex and lust with love and all the inclusions thereof. let's turn ten real quick and see if puberty hits in time to graduate this giant gymnasium of imsomniac Messianic archetypes (like the big brown beautiful boy). the blatant patience blows my mind and God I hope I was never like that. to all the big time ballERs that bow down and beautify the dirt road that these itty bitty bouncers dance down....here's to you: hey thanks